This is a song about "Mowing yard"

Go hard or out my yard

Blasting out some backyard

Have niggas in ya yard like a yard sale

Hit the block like a postman with mail

// [you can fence in your yard]

Ballin, folarin so goddamn hard

Every kid in the school yard

No gimmick: real time, real heart

They don't hear the bark

Just hide them in your yard

I mean that from the bottom of my heart

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

Hoes pop from the corda to hope park

Your yard, full of pieces of lard

I don't mean to matthew kemp you, but shit you

Soon to smoke em by the yard till my lungs can't get through.